Beautiful Wings

Beautiful wings mother must wear for I know she's with angels somewhere up aboveGreat white wings with a halo so fair I know she's in glory sweet mother dear love(Precious mem'ries how they linger) all through the valley that she loved so wellHer flowers her Bible and a church in the dellAnd the stories of Jesus that she used to tell(In the stillness of the sunset) we miss her the most around suppertimeShe'd call for the blessings and we each say a lineAll those mem'ries that she left behindBeautiful wings mother must wear...